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A father planted a promise here
Long before the first tent, before the first sunrise photo, there were two friends on a quiet mountain. One of them was our father. They spent whole days up here planting trees. No road, no visitors. Just wind, soil, and rows of small seedlings.
While they worked, he said something his friend never forgot: "May nalang basig naa koy anak mahilig ani." Maybe one of his kids would come to love this place.
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The seedlings grew into tall trees. Life moved on. And then, too soon, he was gone.
Years later, one of his sons finished school and felt lost. Everyone around him seemed to know their path; he didn't. The only time he felt at ease was outdoors, in a tent, under the stars, the same way his father had been on this land.
Then one day, his father's old friend told him about that planting day. He hiked up to see the place for himself. The seedlings were tall pines now, and standing in their shade, something settled. His father had answered his question years before he ever asked it.
That's how RotyPeaks began. RotyPeps to RotyPeaks, in honor of our father.
He never saw the camp. But every tree that gives you shade here is one he planted. Watch the sunrise from this ridge and you're part of what he hoped for his family.
As the camp grew, so did its purpose. RotyPeaks works hand in hand with the Dumalaguing community and its Lumad residents, from the drivers who bring guests up the ridge to the families who help run the grounds. Every visit helps keep that livelihood going.